Returning to the time when my mother was mature

2012 hasn't arrived yet, but I have a feeling the world is about to end. Winter break is here, and I learned from my homeroom teacher that I ranked 31st out of 45 students in my class. While 31st isn't terribly bad, it's still within the bottom fifteen. This result completely fails to meet my parents' expectations. They've always had high hopes for me, spending money and connections to get me into the top class of a prestigious high school. Actually, with my grades, I could be in the top five in a regular class, but so what? I'm in the top class. Expectations are always like this, always comparing to higher standards, a comparison that's utterly devastating. Although the report card won't arrive home for another week, my parents definitely know the teacher has already announced the rankings
. Even if I don't say anything, they'll still call the teacher to inquire. It's my senior year of high school now. I've worked hard for three years, but my grades still can't catch up with others. This holiday won't be relaxing; next semester is
almost entirely mock exams, and finally, there's the college entrance exam. So I haven't even thought about going anywhere to play, but with these results
, my parents' faces will definitely be grim. Moreover, their disappointed expressions break my heart. My parents have sacrificed so much for me. My father is an ordinary low-level cadre in the Industry and Commerce Bureau, with a decent salary,
but certainly not wealthy. He doesn't smoke or drink, and after paying his mother household expenses each month, he doesn't save much money.
Whenever he has extra money, he goes to the bookstore to buy me various study materials or designer clothes to
encourage me to study hard. My mother is a very refined woman. She runs a skincare counter in a shopping mall. It's not tiring,
the environment is decent, and her income is about the same as my father's. Unlike the traditional "strict father, kind mother" relationship, my father dotes on me,
but my mother is stricter. But I know they both want what's best for me; deep down, they hope I
'll be successful. Thinking about this, I arrived at my door, rang the doorbell, and my mother opened the door. She employs
staff at her counter, so she has more free time. "Mom~" I called out when my mother opened the door for me. "Zihao, you're back! How did your exams go?" Without saying much, my mother asked me directly about my grades as soon as I got home. "I didn't do well. I came in 31st." I didn't try to hide anything; I knew it was better to be honest
. "Why can't you improve?" Seeing me standing there blankly, my mother said, "Alright, alright, go take
a shower and change your clothes. Dinner will be ready when your dad gets back." "Okay." I replied as if I'd done something wrong, went inside to put my things down, grabbed my clothes, and took a shower. The warm water seemed to soothe me completely. The hot water washed over my body, and I heard the door open outside. "Dad, you're back. Zihao didn't do well again. Why can't this kid improve?" Mom
said to Dad quietly. "Hey, Xiaoyu, it's good that the child did his best. It's almost Chinese New Year, let him have a happy time.
There's still time after the New Year, we can catch up then, he'll definitely improve. His foundation wasn't good
when we tried to help him catch up when things got better, but he's a step behind others. Zihao is very hardworking, and his character
is good. Look at Junhua's son, he doesn't like studying and he gets into fights. It seems our Zihao isn't a
very good child." Although I could hear the disappointment in my father's voice when he learned the results, he still loved
me so much. "You, you just spoil your son. Okay, after he takes a bath, we can eat. Put your things down and
go wash your hands in the kitchen." Hearing my parents' conversation, I made up my mind to study hard. I didn't want to hear my father's disappointed
sighs . "Ah!" Suddenly, I felt an electric shock all over my body—not just a feeling, I was really shocked! We have an electric water heater at home
. Haier claims their water heaters have an "anti-electric shock wall," so I usually don't unplug it when I shower, even though
my father has told me several times. Suddenly, I lost all feeling; everything went black, and I lost consciousness. In April 1984, the Central Committee of the Communist Party of China and the State Council decided to further open up
14 port cities: Dalian, Qinhuangdao, Tianjin, Yantai, Qingdao, Lianyungang, Nantong, Shanghai, Ningbo, Wenzhou, Fuzhou, Guangzhou, Zhanjiang, and Beihai
. Economic and technological development zones were gradually established. Starting in 1985, economic open zones were successively opened in the Yangtze River
Delta , the Pearl River Delta, southeastern Fujian, and the Bohai Rim region. In my city in southern China, thanks to the reform and opening-up policy, factories began to be built, and various
training courses were launched. With the influx of foreign companies, there were more foreign faces in the town. Yes, reform and opening-up—I was living through that era. I've traveled through time! I've returned to 25 years ago. Fortunately, I didn't end up in some barren wasteland; it's still
my hometown, only now it feels completely foreign. I've been awake for over ten days now. My body is still the
same , my consciousness is still my own. Although it's hard to believe, I've accepted the fact that I've "time-traveled." I remember about ten days ago, at 18, I time-traveled while taking a shower, arriving in this era completely naked. When I came to, I was in the room of an elderly couple. They told me they were startled to find a naked person lying
in their yard that morning , and out of kindness, they moved me inside. Although this place will become incredibly prosperous and wealthy in 25 years, it's only just been developed at this point, so it's basically still like a rural area. When asked about my identity, I can only say I can't remember. I simply can't come up with a plausible identity; a naked 18-year-old man, not someone who's traveled to ancient times, can't possibly convincingly lie. Fortunately, I can speak the local dialect fluently, so the elderly couple thought it was just a child from the town who had run away due to illness. For the next few days, the couple inquired everywhere, asking if anyone had gone missing, but without any news. During these days, I also kept thinking about what this time travel was all about. I believe it couldn't be time travel, because the development of time has a direction, so I've most likely come to a parallel universe. If I hadn't come to this parallel universe, then its development would be the same as my original world. But because I came, I might not be able to change many major events, but things that will happen in some small corner of the world might be changed because of me. Of course, during these days, I also came to know the elderly couple as " Uncle and Auntie." They were both in their sixties, and had a son and two daughters in their younger years, but during the Cultural Revolution, they all chose the wrong side, and in the end, the uncle and auntie, with their white hair, outlived their black hair, heartbroken. Because my family had chosen the wrong side, my aunt and uncle's middle age was difficult, even extremely so. It wasn't until the last ten years , when the land they had "requisitioned" was returned, that their lives improved slightly. My aunt and uncle are kind people, so they treated me very well. Although I missed my parents in my original world, I had no relatives left in this one, so I felt a For over ten days, they treated me like family. I genuinely considered them my elders. My aunt and uncle share the same surname, "Qiu," as do my parents. We're from the same village in a large village. After being introduced by someone, we got married, and then I quit my job to move to the county center, eventually settling down there.

The county center. Therefore, I suspect this is where my parents grew up, but I can't ask my uncle and aunt
if there are people named "Qiu Weiguo" and "Qiu Yu" in the village, otherwise they might ask me "Do you know
them?" or "Are you their relative?" After I recovered, my uncle and aunt asked me if I could transfer my household registration to their family. The household registration system of that era
had many loopholes; even without a birth certificate or household registration certificate, as long as you had connections, you could still transfer the registration. The village also recently learned that my uncle's family had a new man. My uncle and aunt said he was a distant nephew who had been displaced during the Cultural Revolution
and had returned to his hometown to find his relatives after his parents died. My uncle and aunt are always honest, so everyone believed them.
Their son had never seen me in or around the village, so they were even more convinced. I used connections to find the village head, and they arranged for my household registration to be transferred to my uncle's house at a small police station. They also got me
a new ID card. Looking at this new ID card, it was indeed different from my old second-generation one. These past few days, I've been working in the fields with my uncle and aunt. Although I'm well-nourished and physically
strong because of my previous life, farm work isn't just about brute force; it requires skill. Seeing that I
wasn't doing a very good job, I suggested looking for work outside the village. After all, I have a decent education,
and given the relatively low educational level of that era, my cultural literacy is better than many people's.
After so many days, my uncle and aunt noticed my demeanor and thought I was educated, so they agreed to let me go. The place I'm going isn't
far; I'm not going to the county center, just to look for work in a town, so I'll have to come back every night. Before I left,
my aunt gave me twenty yuan. It was a combination of one-yuan and one-mao coins. At that time, 20 yuan was
a lot of money . The uncle and aunt were just farmers; they had bought a few plots of land after taking it back, but 20 yuan was still a considerable sum
. Therefore, I was very grateful for their trust. I know that as a senior high school student, I
still lack social experience, but I will do my best to repay those who are kind to me. There was no transportation, and I walked for more than three hours to reach the town. The cloth shoes were very durable,
even more comfortable than my later sneakers. Although it was called a town, it was only slightly better than the countryside; to me, 25 years later, it still
felt very dilapidated. I am a science student. If we only consider chemistry, biology, and physics, I am quite good, and my English is also
passable. However, my Chinese is really terrible. My essay score was about 15 points lower than others. 15 points
was enough to make a big difference in my previous top class. And then there's the classical Chinese I couldn't understand… In the science subjects,
my chemistry was the best; I even participated in many chemistry competitions and won a second prize in the province. Confident in my chemistry skills,
I found a chemical plant. It was a foreign-owned enterprise called "Yingzhi Chemical Plant," primarily producing
polystyrene, a substance I knew intimately. It frequently appeared in chemistry competitions due to its wide application,
often testing our understanding of production process reactions, waste disposal methods, efficiency improvements in modern industry,
and how to lower reaction conditions. So, although it was mostly theoretical, my knowledge was
quite professional. The plant wasn't hiring; instead, they offered training courses for university and college students
. Back then, college graduates were highly valued, and university graduates even more so. However, their training
started with advanced mathematics, and their specialized courses weren't
as professional as the training we later received for competitions, since we had a thorough understanding of mainstream chemical processes. Without hiring,
I went straight to the office. In those days, a factory typically had only two or three offices, where the entire factory's management
was . The factory had only one large office. After knocking and entering, I saw two
foreigners , but I couldn't tell which country they were from. There were also four or five middle-aged men who looked highly educated. Later, I
learned that some of these Chinese men had returned from studying abroad, and others were former university chemistry professors. I went in and, without saying much, explained my purpose. They seemed quite disdainful of me, a young upstart. I didn't say much more, but instead
wrote down the traditional polystyrene production process and a dozen or so corresponding chemical reactions on a piece of paper.
As expected , this factory was using the traditional production process. I then pointed out several
key reaction points in the process, suggested ways to improve production efficiency, and even incorporated some modern production methods for improvement.
After more than half an hour of discussion, they were captivated by my explanation on paper.
I demonstrated professionalism, groundbreaking insights, and feasibility to the fullest extent.
"I'm very
surprised please join us!" The foreigner spoke, extending an olive branch. "My pleasure~" I immediately expressed my sincerity. After initially confirming my role as a production supervision assistant and signing a contract, they took me to see the factory. The factory
wasn't operational yet; the equipment was still being tested. Production would begin after a training course in a few days.
Foreign companies implemented wage reforms starting in 2010, but ordinary staff
only earned 25-50 yuan a month. The foreign company offered me 200 yuan a month, with an increase expected once
operations . Because it's almost operational, these past few days have been incredibly busy. I've been following the foreign engineers around the factory every day, inspecting
the equipment , and making improvements to anything that can be done quickly. However, since most of the equipment is imported,
many of the modifications I proposed based on modern industrial principles will have to be implemented gradually over time. But some recyclable
systems that improve production efficiency were completed under my theoretical guidance. I haven't been home for six or seven days. The finance department (run by a man who studied business administration abroad) gave me
my monthly salary—twenty crisp new 10-yuan bills. Holding them in my hand, I felt a little lost. I took a day off
to go home. It's the 20th of the first lunar month now, and it's still very cold. I wanted to buy some cotton-padded clothes and shoes for my uncles and aunts, but
there are still very few clothing stores at this time of year; tailor shops are the majority. I went into one of the few
decent clothing stores next to the town government. At tailor shops, you need to have your measurements taken, but at clothing stores, you can just buy directly
. In the clothing store, there were cotton-padded jackets, Zhongshan suits, and overcoats. Hanging in the center were two down jackets, one black and one red,
men's and women's styles respectively. The down jackets were expensive, costing 30 yuan each, a true luxury for many.
But the shop owner said they sold reasonably well, and there were some wealthy people who owned them. There weren't many people in the store at the time; besides me,
there were two middle-aged women looking at clothes. "This is it! Xiaoyu, Xiaoting, hurry up! This store sells down jackets. I heard they're more popular than..."
"A cotton-padded jacket is even warmer~" A crisp voice rang out as three girls jostled their way into the shop. I glanced over and
was surprised to see a familiar face. Yes, it was Xiao Yu, my mother from my original world, Qiu Yu! My mother was a very refined woman, with a small frame, making her appear petite. Slender women don't age easily, right?
My high school homeroom teacher, just thirty years old, even praised my mother, who was already in her early forties, at a parent-teacher conference, saying she had a particularly elegant demeanor and knew how to
take care of herself. My mother at this time looked almost exactly like my mother later, only more youthful, and about the same height as my mother from
my original world. I almost had an urge to go up and call her "Mom~". The three girls seemed to be students from a nearby middle school. My mother only had a high school education; she didn't go to university.
When I was little, I heard my mother tell stories of the past, and I knew that after graduating from high school, she went to work in a printing factory. Later, through an introduction, she met
my father, who worked at the same factory. That is to say, they got married three years later, and five years later, "I" was born. A "me" with
the same ! Can two versions of me exist in the same world? If that "me" appears,
even though 's 18 years younger than me, as it grows up, that's me. According to general relativity,
it's impossible for two entities to exist in the same world. Would I then disappear? Although I'm unfamiliar with this new world,
I won't allow myself to disappear! I can't allow that "me" to be born! Although I can't be sure if the existence of another "me" will make me disappear, I can't let that possibility
exist. Over there, three girls had been looking at that red down jacket for a long time. The girl in the lead tried it on
and decisively bought it. "Xiao Mi, you decided to buy it so quickly?" the young mother asked in surprise. "Xiao Mi's family is rich," the girl called Xiao Ting replied. "Hehe, let's all buy it! It's so nice for the three sisters to wear matching clothes!" Xiao Mi said happily. "We'll just look at it. I'll buy it for myself when I start working and earning money." Looking at the young mother's determined
gaze, I seemed to see the strong mother from my original world. After they left, estimating the height of the uncle and aunt, I bought a red down
jacket and two black ones, along with three pairs of cotton pants. I also found out that the girls were from the nearby "Yucai High School"—a nice
name…hehe. Leaving the clothing store, the owner cheerfully saw me off. Then I bought a pair of fleece-lined
leather boots ; it was incredibly cold that day. I also picked up some ham and cured meat. After a three-hour journey, I returned to the village. The uncle and aunt
were almost incredulous when they saw me carrying so much stuff. After learning about my adventure, they were unusually excited. The aunt
cooked some dishes, and then we ate. There was no television back then—not that there wasn't any, just not very common. After dinner,
the aunt, wearing her new down jacket, went to chat with neighbors nearby. I ignored the television all night, and the next morning after breakfast, I had to go back to the factory. Before leaving, I left fifty yuan.
The uncle and auntie refused to take it, but I insisted on giving it to them anyway. The next few days were very busy, especially the days of official operation. Many orders were placed with the factory in advance
, so the pre-production volume was quite large. I constantly inspected the factory, and when I had free time, I studied
how to maximize output value under these technological conditions and how to effectively improve the equipment. Coincidentally, the dormitory arranged by the factory was very close to the dormitory building of
Yucai High School. It turned out that when the factory was first built, most of the money spent on buying the land went to the factory itself,
leaving little for dormitory construction. There was a large empty space behind Yucai High School. After negotiations between the foreign company and the school,
the factory was allowed to build employee dormitories on the vacant land in exchange for helping to build student dormitories. Because of the factory's emphasis on this,
my dormitory was arranged in a good building, complete with basic bedding and furniture. After buying a few
more changes of clothes, although I didn't have much money left, life was still quite comfortable. The canteen provided meals;
the only downside was the lack of a water heater, so I had to boil water myself. At the end of my second month at work, I received my second paycheck. Because the factory was doing well, my salary
jumped to 500 yuan. I finally realized that foreigners had really made a lot of money in China during the reform and opening-up period. 500 yuan was almost more than many people's annual living expenses. There didn't seem to be any banks in town, so I
deposited some of my money in the rural credit cooperative. As the various positions in the factory were filled, I wasn't as busy anymore. My main task became solving the chemical
recycling rate problem, so I had more free time. With a little free time, I started inquiring
about my mother, Qiu Yu. My mother was a senior in high school this year, and this semester was her last. Her grades were making it difficult for her to get into university,
so she would probably have to find a job after graduation. My mother's father, my maternal grandfather, was a supply and marketing cooperative employee, just like in the original world
. They were reasonably well-off, but certainly not wealthy. My mother is 17 this year
, a year younger than me. I've run into her a few times now, and this long-lost family affection makes me very attached. Yes, it's
been over two months since I left that world. I wonder how worried my parents are, or perhaps, in the original world, I've already been electrocuted
? The next few times I saw my mother, I invited her to sit at a dessert shop, but my mother, not being so open-minded, always
blushed and ran away amidst the teasing of her classmates. Now everyone knows that the handsome
young man from the chemical plant is pursuing the Qiu family's daughter. In those days, the pressure of senior year wasn't so great; many students just focused on finding jobs after graduation, so the college entrance exam didn't seem
so important. Later, I would always carry a chocolate with me and run up to my mother when I saw her, giving it to her. She
would still blush and run away, but clutch the chocolate tightly in her hand. Gradually, though I didn't say anything,
I found myself yearning for my mother. When I realized it, I found it strange myself. Thinking back, I realized I had a bit of an Oedipus complex. During my teenage
years , a time
of sexual confusion, exposure to adult novels and pictures made my mother the object of my fantasies. For a while, she was the object of my masturbation; my petite and delicate mother had a unique charm. Later, as I
grew older and more mature, coupled with societal norms, I buried these feelings deep inside and gradually
forgot them. But now, like the beautiful 1980s romance in movies, these feelings have sprouted,
grown her youth, but unlike
my mother who remained alluring even at 40, my current mother is still quite raw and not particularly striking. Therefore, my current affection for my mother
can be said to stem more from the Oedipus complex left over from my adolescence. By May, it was already quite hot. I would go back to my uncle and aunt's house for two days each month, bring some things back,
and help with some housework. The rest of the time I spent in town. During this time, my relationship with my mother improved.
She's about to graduate, so we've started asking around for jobs. A new bakery recently opened.
There were also fancy juices and ice cream for sale. Although the prices were a bit high, it didn't matter to someone like me who was treated exceptionally well
. Seeing my mother's excited expression as she ate ice cream for the first time, I was certain that her
radiant filled me with a deep longing, as if I were back in my childhood
, watching her happy smile when I got perfect scores on tests. I invited my mother to the movies over the weekend, and she agreed. However, it was such a boring film, "Emei Mountain," but
my mother like everyone else, watched it with great interest. Sitting next to me, I glanced at my mother
, who was engrossed in the film, and tentatively reached out to touch her small hand. She didn't resist. I confidently took her hand, and she seemed oblivious, but I
could clearly see that she was blushing. We happily watched the movie hand in hand. On the way back to my mother's dormitory, I bought her some cotton candy. My mother
shyly held the cotton candy in one hand, while I held her other hand. When we got close to the dormitory building, boys weren't allowed to go in,
and they seemed quite shy. My mother usually only asked me to walk her about 20 meters from the building and then told me to stop. This time
was no different, but this time, under the cover of darkness, I pulled my mother close, wrapped my arms around her waist, and planted a kiss
on her cherry-like lips. So sweet, it tasted like cotton candy. My mother was taken aback by my actions, her body seemingly stiffening
. When my hands, which were around her waist, slid down to her hips, she hurriedly pushed me away. "I'm going in too," my mother said, her head bowed, her face as red as a boiled shrimp, as she turned and headed towards the dormitory building. "Okay. I'll come find you again tomorrow." Watching my mother leave, images involuntarily surfaced in my mind of scenes from four or five
years ago, when I was still a middle school student. I often fantasized about these things at night: I was on top of my petite, shapely mother,
her beautiful legs wrapped around my waist like an octopus, my hard, burning penis
tightly With each thrust, she would moan, "Oh~ Oh~," her eyes closed, enjoying my
relentless assault on her lower body. Reaching climax with each ecstatic moan, my semen shot heavily into
her body, remaining inside until absorbed. Back then, although I always felt guilty after masturbating, ashamed of my thoughts, and deeply remorseful for
having improper desires for my mother despite my father's love for me, I felt extremely guilty. After entering high school, with
increasing academic pressure and my mother's increasingly strict attitude, she rarely became the object of my fantasies anymore. But now, this mother, so familiar yet so strange to me, has become a woman I can take advantage of. Unconsciously, my closeness to my mother has become entangled with sex. As the factory's orders increased, besides being responsible for equipment upgrades and design, the foreigner
also delegated some other tasks to me. After all, there were only a few senior executives in the factory, and with more work,
the responsibilities were also distributed, since I had relatively more free time. My relationship with my mother developed slowly; after our last kiss goodbye, there wasn't much progress.
Before I knew it, the college entrance exam arrived, but even faster, it ended. In this era, most people aren't
thinking about which university they can get into, but rather what job they can find after graduating high school. After graduating high school, there aren't many graduation trips these days, so my mother had some free time. Now
it's me who's busier. Recently, a Western restaurant opened, so I invited my mother tonight. In this day and age, dating is commonly referred to as
"dating," so my mother had already tacitly accepted me as her boyfriend. That evening, my mother wore a simple white
long dress, looking rather fresh and elegant. Although I'm not a gentleman, I can still pretend to be one. After entering the restaurant, I
pulled out a chair for my mother and invited her to sit down. Such behavior is something you wouldn't even see in an art film, so my mother's face
clearly revealed the joy of being pampered. Perhaps because this was the first relatively formal Western restaurant in town, there were many foreigners in the restaurant, and
Chinese people were relatively few. At that moment, a group of foreign friends seemed to be having a meal together at a long table not far away.
The cheek kiss exchanged by the female guests after they were seated made my mother blush for a moment. "Hey, Hao, how can foreigners just kiss like that?" The foreigners nearby were exchanging cheek kisses very naturally, and
my mother was too embarrassed to look any longer. (My registered identity is "Qiu Hao," I don't know why I didn't
register it as "Qiu Zihao," I don't know what I was thinking at the time.) "Hehe, that's their etiquette, similar to our handshake and hug," I replied with a smile. "Oh," clearly my mother still couldn't accept such openness. Dinner was sumptuous. To be honest, in my original world, I didn't eat Western food very often. Although
my family was well-off, my parents preferred Chinese food, and even when they ate out, they mostly went to Chinese restaurants
. So, although my mother seemed curious about the Western food, her expression revealed that she
didn't particularly like the taste. "This Sunday is my birthday," I said casually. "Oh, really? I… I still have time to prepare." My mother seemed a little flustered after hearing my words;
it was clear that after learning about my birthday, she wanted to do something for me. "Actually, I really want to eat longevity noodles. Now that I'm all alone, there's no one to cook for me," I said
, feigning a forlorn look. "I'll cook for you! I'm sure you'll like my noodles," my mother said, her face lighting up
with delight, as if she'd fulfilled a huge wish. "Okay, will you cook for me at my dorm?" "Yes, I'll buy all the ingredients." As if a weight
had been lifted from her shoulders, my mother ate the rest of the dinner with great pleasure. After dinner, we planned to go to the movies, but my mother said she wanted to go home early. Reluctantly, I walked her to
the entrance of her alley, and she went inside by herself. Busy as I was, the weekend arrived, and to be honest, I was looking forward to it. Not for the longevity noodles, but because I was determined
to make a breakthrough in our relationship today. I woke up early, washed up, and got dressed. I waited until noon, standing outside the door, when I saw
a girl in a blue and white dress carrying a handbag walking towards me. As I approached, my mother, whom I had
mentally rehearsed countless times, stood before me. "Were you waiting for me? Hehe~" My mother looked at my expectant face, a little happy. "Actually, I was really waiting for my longevity noodles." Smiling, I pulled my mother into the room. "Have you eaten?" "No, I just wanted to eat my first longevity noodles." "You're like a little child." For some reason, hearing that gave me a strange
feeling. My mother spoke as she lit the coal stove, looking quite skilled. She cooked a pot of noodles, and in no time, ladled two bowls onto the table. I couldn't wait to eat;
the sooner I finished, the sooner I could get to work. After finishing one bowl, seeing that my mother had only eaten a little more than half, I ladled out another and ate
it myself. After finishing the second bowl, my mother had almost finished eating as well. I moved my chair to sit beside my mother. "What?" My mother chuckled and asked when she saw me move closer to her. "My birthday present." "Didn't I cook you noodles?" "I want more." "How can you want more?"
"... " Before my mother could finish speaking, I leaned in and gently kissed her. Perhaps because there was no one else in the dormitory this time,
my mother gently pushed me away a couple of times and then stopped resisting. Feeling that my mother was not resisting, I wrapped my arms around
her lips and teeth, which exuded a faint fragrance, made
me unable to resist probing with my tongue. My mother seemed a little nervous and scared, her teeth holding me back. I pulled my right hand back from my mother's back and
pinched her small breasts. Even through her clothes, I could still feel their softness. "Mmm...?" My mother let out a soft moan, her teeth loosening, and I smoothly slipped my tongue in, beginning to entwine with hers.
My mother's tongue tried to dodge, but I relentlessly pursued, and finally, our two tongues intertwined in my mother's mouth
. Seeing that the situation in my mouth was settled, my hands began to busy themselves. My right hand lightly caressed my mother's small breasts, while
my left hand stroked her waist. Gradually, my mother's breathing became heavy, and my penis was already
engorged erect. I lifted her from the chair, carried her a few steps to the bed nearby, and laid her
down. My body pressed against hers. Realizing what was about to happen, my mother
resisted . "Don't do this, we...we're not married yet. Hmm...at least we should be engaged before doing this
..." Seeing my mother's flustered expression, I gently kissed her cheek and whispered in her ear, "Then take me to meet your parents
tomorrow okay?" "Ah, so soon?" My mother was somewhat surprised by my request. "Xiaoyu, I really love you, I want to marry you and spend my life with you," I murmured tenderly. "Hmm, Hao, I like you too." "Then please don't refuse me, okay? I really can't control myself, please give it to me." "No…" My mother wanted to refuse again, but she must really like me, so she
couldn't bear to refuse my almost pleading gentleness. Gently, I lifted my mother's skirt from the hem and took it off. Although she was still wearing white panties and
a bra , my mother shyly turned her head away, no longer looking at me. I then helped my mother take off her shoes and socks, which made
her even more shy, and she hurriedly pulled the blanket next to her over herself. Almost successful, I quickly took off my own
shoes and clothes, leaving only my panties, which were already stretched high by my penis. I pulled back the blanket, gently pressed myself against my mother, kissed her cheeks, and began to remove her
bra . It seems bras weren't fashionable in this era, so without them, a pair of alluring small breasts were revealed. "Mmm
…" The feeling of my breasts being kneaded by a man made my mother gasp softly. Her smooth, soft breasts gently
deformed . Although not very full, they felt exceptionally comfortable to hold. Seeing
my mother's flushed face and rapid breathing, I gently pulled up the ends of her panties and slowly pulled them off, placing them aside.
I quickly took off my own, spread her legs, and pressed myself against her. My fully erect penis rubbed against her
vulva, the pubic hair still sparse, making the friction smooth. My
hands lingered on her breasts, kneading them. Gradually, I felt her vulva become moist. I straightened
up, guided my penis, and slowly inserted it into her vagina. "Ugh..." My mother seemed to be in some pain, and I wasn't having much luck either. Her vagina was tight; only
half of my glans went in. I steeled myself and pushed further in, finally withdrawing my penis completely. "Does it hurt?" I asked with concern, seeing my mother's furrowed brows. "It's okay, I'm just so scared." As I spoke, I continued to insert my penis. This time, the entire glans entered her vagina smoothly. With another
thrust , my mother let out a soft "Ugh... um..." as my penis went in more than halfway. Then I began to
slowly thrust in and out. "Ugh... ugh... um..." My mother also began to moan softly, as if
the pain of losing her virginity was gradually subsiding. The blood at the entrance of her vagina gradually stained the sheets, and as her vagina became more moist, my
penis could now thrust in and out completely. After about a hundred thrusts, the feeling of ejaculation came over me. I
didn't let myself slow down but instead increased the force of my thrusts. Finally,
feeling as if my entire penis was filled with semen, I couldn't bear it any longer, and my ejaculation came in streams into my mother's body. I collapsed
next to my mother. She seemed to be struggling to breathe. Seeing me lie down, she reached out and hugged me tightly, pressing
her head against my chest, panting silently. Our first time together lasted less than five minutes, but the desire within me hadn't subsided. Soon,
my penis was hard again. My mother, pressed close to me, sensed my lust, looked up
at me tenderly, and I couldn't resist kissing her, then rolled over on top of her. My penis quickly found its way into her, and
I couldn't help but thrust in. It was tight, but it went in smoothly. "Mmm…mmm…" my mother moaned softly, matching my powerful rhythm. We didn't say much,
because the understanding between us truly didn't need many words. This time, it was clearly different from the first time. After
nearly she bit her lip, mumbling incoherently, "Mmm...uh...uh...mmm," before finally
relaxing completely. My penis felt a heavy pressure, then a wet sensation enveloped it;
it seemed my mother had reached orgasm. "Are you alright?" I asked, worried that her body couldn't handle it. "Mmm," she replied briefly. Watching my mother's body convulse and then calm down, I began thrusting again,
as if all the sensations in her body were concentrated on my penis. The soft, tight pressure of her vagina made me want
to keep thrusting. "Mmm...mmm...mmm," she moaned softly again. Time seemed to pass quickly, yet also slowly. After hundreds of thrusts, that feeling of being filled with semen
returned. Seeing my mother biting her lip and trying to grasp something with both hands, I knew she was close to
orgasm too. "Oh~ Xiaoyu... I'm coming..." I couldn't help but call out. "Mmm, Hao... I also... mmm... mmm..." Incoherent words, frantic body movements, and my semen
shot into my mother's body again. "Hao." "Mmm." "Are you going to meet my parents next week?" "Yes, next week." "When?" "How about Friday night?" "Okay, whatever you say." Saying this, my mother sweetly fell asleep in my arms. Watching my mother sleep, I believed that I had changed her fate. I got up, went to the family planning office, and got
emergency contraception; after all, it was still too early to have a child. On Monday, I went to work at the factory. The foreign factory manager called me over, saying I needed to go on a business trip to the port to inspect
newly imported equipment. After understanding the situation, it would only take three or four days round trip, so I could still make it back in time to accompany my mother
to meet her parents. Before leaving, I said goodbye to my mother, and then got into a jeep with the factory's finance manager and arrived at...
In the city, we took a train for about eight hours, then a car, to the port area. We rested at
a hotel for the night to prepare for the inspection the next day. The next day, around noon, Lao Guan from the finance department
and I went to inspect the equipment—a whole container of equipment. Although many items couldn't be tested on-site, we still checked the basics. After the inspection, it was already dinnertime, so we decided to sleep for the night and head back the next day.
I shared a double room with Lao Guan. He doesn't snore, so traveling with him was quite comfortable. Around midnight, a group of police officers and soldiers in green uniforms knocked on the door and took us away. Seeing the
soldiers carrying rifles, we didn't dare to move. A military transport vehicle took us and the soldiers
into a mountainous area. We were eventually placed in a military guesthouse. Completely bewildered, we
finally learned the reason for our
summons after being summoned : the country needed us to "contribute" the polystyrene production process and specific production steps. Well, the "Celestial Empire" is mighty, the "Celestial Empire" is domineering! We originally thought
we could leave after writing reports on the production reaction lines and raw material handling. But in the end, we were still treated as "experts" and only
after completing the basic production specifications in an experimental factory next to the military base could we "retire." The problem was, I didn't
understand the entire production process; after all, the projects I was responsible for weren't comprehensive. As for Lao Guan, needless to say, a management
graduate , he could only follow along and figure things out with me every day. For the first few days, I thought about quickly developing a complete production line so I could go home sooner and not
worry my mother. But gradually, I began to despair. After all, to fully understand this technology, simply being familiar with the projects I was responsible for
wasn't enough. So, in the end, I could only study diligently every day, losing track of time. Soon, it was Chinese New Year
. I knew it was because the army had invited us to New Year's Eve dinner. Good heavens, we hadn't been home for so long,
my mother must be worried, anxious, even desperate. I even thought about running away, but in these mountains,
escape . So the only thing I could do was continue my research. After
the New Year, more "experts" were brought in to work with us. Fortunately, with these "experts," our research made progress. Through conversation, I learned they also worked for foreign companies, which is why they were "invited." The following summer, the research was finally completed. After the higher-ups' successful acceptance, a celebration banquet was held. After the toasts
and laughter , lying in my room, thinking about going home soon, even imagining my mother crying her eyes out,
my heart ached terribly. The longing I had suppressed for a while rekindled. The next morning, Lao Guan and I
went to find Political Commissar Xu in the army to inquire about returning home. We'd gotten quite familiar with him over the past few days. "Commissar, when can we go home?" Lao Guan asked impatiently as soon as he saw him
. Political Commissar Xu replied, "Don't worry, the Party and the country won't treat you unfairly. You've contributed to the country, and the country
will definitely reward you. Besides, you haven't been mistreated here, right?" "Yes, yes, we haven't been mistreated at all. It's just that we've been away from home for a while, and we miss home," Lao Guan said listlessly. "Just wait patiently for what they say from above." Reluctantly, we went back to wait, but what we didn't expect was that another group of "experts" arrived.
This time they wanted us, the original team, to work with new people to research chlorination. Damn it, I'm speechless! A wave of negativity swept through the group; people were shirking their duties, some even refusing to work altogether, like
Lao Guan. A few days later, Political Commissar Xu gathered us, the original group, together. "I know everyone wants to go home, but the interests of the country must come first. Think about it,
so many crucial industrial technologies are held by foreigners; how much money do they make every year? Wouldn't that money
be much more helpful in building social infrastructure? The Party won't let you down. These past few days,
they transferred your military status and given you the rank of major, a senior professional technical position. See
how good the country's reward is? Now that you're soldiers, shouldn't you serve the country and the people even better? The higher-ups have
promised that if you complete this mission, you can be demobilized and return to the people. The Party and
the country will find you excellent positions in your military units. Everyone, let's work hard to complete this mission!" Hearing Political Commissar Xu's words, we could only hope that the great Party wouldn't break its promise this time. The next day, everyone began their serious research. However, this time the chlorine industry was significantly
more , and the new "experts" didn't know as much about polystyrene as I had before. So
, after studying the first few steps of chlorine production, our progress slowed down considerably. Gradually, I lost track of
time During this period, some innocent "experts" joined us one after another. The military-style pace made us more
focused on our research. Finally, in the autumn after celebrating five New Years in the military, our chlorine industry was completely developed
. Compared to the first time, we, the original group, were somewhat at a loss, and didn't even
mention going home to Political Commissar Xu. There was another victory celebration banquet, but this time, Political Commissar Xu
commended our original group for our unwavering dedication to the country and announced that we would soon leave the military
to return to the people and better serve them. Hearing this, we couldn't help but shed tears, some even
sobbing, like Lao Guan…? It was then I realized that I had been gone for over five years. Would my mother still be waiting for me? The family and
social pressures of this era were immense; perhaps my mother had already remarried. Had she married my father, Qiu Weiguo? But would the birth of their "son" make me disappear? Filled with unease and excitement, I slowly
fell asleep. When I woke up, the entire research department was filled with a festive atmosphere. Some soldiers had even hung up banners that read, "Experts,
may you rest in peace!" Those who could go home were overjoyed, and those who couldn't return yet felt more
motivated seeing us able to go back. After packing our things, clutching our military ID cards and 500 yuan of our wages from over the years, we boarded a
military transport vehicle. After several transfers between units, we returned to our hometown town. The town had changed a lot;
it had become prosperous. We were notified that Lao Guan and I had been assigned to a state-owned chemical company as technical advisors.
It seemed that Lao Guan, who was in charge of finances, would still be working with me in a technical role. Regarding our disappearance for so many years,
the military did send someone home to say we were summoned by the state to work for the collective. The original foreign-owned
polystyrene factory is still there, but of course we haven't gone back. Having military status and rank makes investigating things much easier. Qiu Yu, my mother,
registered her marriage with Qiu Weiguo over a year ago, and over six months ago, a son named Qiu Zihao appeared on the household registration. Good heavens,
things haven't changed. I don't know if the existence of "Qiu Zihao" and me violates
general relativity , but we truly exist simultaneously. I don't know if "Qiu Zihao" and I are the same person.
It turned out to be Qiu Zihao, who changed his name to Qiu Hao after returning to this era. But… I don’t know
how deep my doubts run, nor how to unravel them. A few days later, after everything had settled down, I learned that my mother, Qiu Yu, had recently stopped working at the printing factory, and
Qiu Weiguo was busy pulling strings, apparently planning to leave the small town and try her luck in the city. Following the address, I found
my mother ’s residence. The moment I knocked on the door, I felt lost, unsure how to face my beloved
mother, Qiu Yu. A moment later, the door opened, revealing a very beautiful woman, devoid of her former naiveté and shyness.
Yes, this was my Qiu Yu, my mother. “…Hao!” My mother seemed unable to believe her eyes. “Xiao Yu!” Hearing my call, my mother immediately threw herself into my arms. “Why! Why did you only come back
now did you go! You bastard!! Ugh…” Looking at my weeping mother in my arms, I didn’t know
how to comfort her. "I...I was 'invited' by the government to do research...Don't cry, it's not good for others to see.
Let's go inside and talk." Hearing my words, my mother realized it wasn't appropriate to be outside and invited me in. The room wasn't large, a one-bedroom apartment with a small kitchen. Through the bedroom door, it was easy to see
a baby lying on the bed. Instead of staying in the outer room, I went straight to the bedroom. Sitting on the bed next to the baby, I
gently stroked the child's face. There was a feeling of connection, making me believe that the baby and I were
the same person. The child didn't seem unfamiliar at all, rubbing its face against my hand, as if
feeling . Yes, who doesn't trust themselves? Once inside the bedroom, my mother, having calmed down from her earlier agitation, looked at the child on the bed and seemed to have calmed down. "Hao..." "Hmm." "I'm married now, and I have a child. I admit I haven't forgotten you in the five years since you left, but I have to be
responsible for my current family." Hearing my mother's words, I realized that divorce is almost impossible in this day and age. My previous
thought of taking my mother with me was now just a pipe dream. "Hmm, how old is the child?" I asked, looking at the child with a sense of loss. "It's been over seven months." "What's your name?" "Qiu...Qiu Zihao..." "Qiu Zihao, Qiu Zihao, didn't you name the child this because you can't forget me?" "I admit I can't forget you, but things have come to this point, we can't be together anymore
." "Hmm..." After a moment of silence, "Xiaoyu, you're the first person I've ever loved, and I think I
can never , but we can't be together. I hope we can end our story, okay?" "End?" my mother asked, and I suddenly hugged her, gently pressing her onto
the bed. "This is the last time, okay?" I whispered in my mother's ear. My mother initially wanted to
resist , but after hearing my words, she seemed to want to end her first love as well, so she didn't resist anymore.
Responding to my passionate kiss, my mother became lost in the moment. My hands slipped inside her clothes; her
once small breasts had grown larger and more elastic. Her increasingly heavy breathing reflected
our desire to become one. Before we knew it, our clothes had
been removed piece by piece, either by ourselves or by each other, and lay in a jumble on the floor beside the bed. The contact between our genitals made me realize that my mother's lower body was already wet. I guided my penis, about to enter her vagina, which I hadn't touched for over five years, when "Wait," my mother called out,
grabbing a towel she used to wipe the baby's breasts and placing it under her buttocks. "Don't get the bed dirty." "Mm,"
I understood her concern. After she settled herself, I guided my penis, using the head to part her labia,
and entered her body. My mother's vagina, now a wife and mother, wasn't as
tight , but the wetness and heat still enveloped my penis irresistibly. More than five years of separation made my penis
feel like it was about to ejaculate the moment it entered. I tightened my control, thrusting my lower body forcefully, pulling my penis all the way out of my mother's
vagina and then fully penetrating her again. My mother's hands gently caressed my rear end. "Mmm...mmm...
oh..." There were no words, my mother just moaned softly. I knew my penis, long deprived of sex
, wouldn't last long, so I increased the force of my thrusts, preparing
to enjoy . "Ah~ Mmm ah!~" My mother couldn't control her voice and cried
out loudly as my speed increased. Her legs clamped me tightly, and I couldn't hold back any longer. After thrusting wildly for thirty or forty times,
my semen spurted out uncontrollably. During ejaculation, I thrust forcefully for another ten or so times. The long-awaited
intercourse made me feel incredibly satisfied, and I lay on top of my mother, panting contentedly. Just then, I felt a gaze upon me. Turning my head, I saw Xiao Qiu Zihao staring at me with a curious expression.
Those eyes pierced my mind, reminding me of a time deep within my memory, when I was still an infant, and I saw
a man who didn't seem to be my father pinning my mother down on the bed one day…

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